"Freedom can feel overwhelming. I would not trade it, but sometimes I want to be told what to do."
p. 4

"I'm the one in the Langston Hughes poem with the white daddy and the black mama who doesn't know where she'll rest her head when she's dead: the colored buryin' ground behind the chapel or the white man's cemetery behind gates on the hill."
p. 13

"I am not a ***, the product of a rape, the child of some white devil. I am a Movement Child." p. 24

"Protecting myself, I decide I'd rather not know if my cousin is just another racist hick from Staten Island." p. 49

"So Sarah tells Bryan and then Bryan tells me, in front of his friends, after school one day when it is cold and there is dirty gray snow on the ground and we all are leaving to go home, that he doesn't...